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William Faulkner Quotes on Life (8 Quotes)


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  • That's the one trouble with this country: everything, weather, all, hangs on too long. Like our rivers, our land: opaque, slow, violent; shaping and creating the life of man in its implacable and brooding image.
    (William Faulkner, "As I Lay Dying")

  • When the switch fell I could feel it upon my flesh; when it welted and ridged it was my blood that ran, and I would think with each blow of the switch: Now you are aware of me! Now I am something in your secret and selfish life, who have marked your blood with my own for ever and ever.
    (William Faulkner, "As I Lay Dying")

  • And so I told myself to take that one. Because Father said clocks slay time. He said time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life. The hands were extended, slightly off the horizontal at a faint angle, like a gull tilting into the wind.
    (William Faulkner, "The Sound and the Fury")

  • Bad health is the primary reason for all life. Created by disease, within putrefaction, into decay
    (William Faulkner, "The Sound and the Fury")

  • It is my aim, and every effort bent, that the sum and history of my life, which in the same sentence is my obit and epitaph too, shall be them both: He made the books and he died.
    (William Faulkner)


  • Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
    (William Faulkner)

  • Really the writer doesn't want success.... He knows he has a short span of life, that the day will come when he must pass through the wall of oblivion, and he wants to leave a scratch on that wall Kilroy was here that somebody a hundred, or a thousand years later will see.
    (William Faulkner)

  • The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.
    (William Faulkner)


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